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35 thoughts on “1002. Trash”

I had the feeling you couldn’t stay away from the blogosphere for too long. A great little story, too! At first I thought the man was taking his wallet because the trash he planned to take out was a better woman than his wife. But perhaps that’s the sequel. Welcome back!

This is an invitation to join the Gnostic Society – you, me, and Cynthia could talk about Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazelwood, and young people wouldn’t have a clue what we were talking about. Would that make us feel superior or what?

And so he did… he walked all the way down to River Street, and his usual stool at the end of the 50 ft. bar at Maxine’s Tap Room. Maxine herself was a very sympathetic woman with a crusty sense of humor and would put him in a better mood. But if she was busy with other customers, he could always count on singing along with a sad song from the jukebox, or a meaningful silent dialogue with the deer-head up on the wall, adorned with Mardi Gras beads, sunglasses and a tie.

Thank you, Susanne. I’ve recently moved into town, and am rather bored as I’m not sure what town people are meant to do to fill in their time. I no longer have the dear goat (pictured), the cow is in the freezer, and the little dog (Delia) died. We’ve put in 3 raised garden beds, and today the turnip seeds germinated (and this is the highlight of the week!) So, yes, I decided a blog continued might help!

Lovely to hear from you Yvonne. No – the landlords are taking us to court in November – they want $6000 – there were holes in the ceiling. The holes were first espied 7 hours after we handed back the keys. It is exceedingly stressful! The woman landlord smells money and becomes a megalomaniac. This is going to go on for years. Why O why did it happen to me?!! Yes – very sad about the little dog. Very sad indeed. But we’re getting another – a Springer Spaniel – that we get on November 21. He’s called Bubble.

It’s true about missing dogs! We had moved about a month earlier. Basically, we went for a walk, she came home, couldn’t stand and died the next morning. (To my shame I cried more than when my mother died – but she was 87! Shhh!)

Thanks, Prospero. The neighbours were very nice and brought flowers! Which was great. Delia we think was a springer spaniel/border collie cross (we think) although quite small. The new one we’re calling “Bubbles” (we think). Not quite the class of an Ariel!